The Prodigals

Who waits on the porch looking up the driveway?
Who waits sitting up at the kitchen table?
Who waits by the telephone?
Who waits looking out the window?

Who prays?
Whose heart is heavy?
Who paces the floor?

Who smells the clothes left behind?
Who looks at the pictures of better times?
Who rereads the cards and notes and letters?

The prodigals have left, they have gone into the world, looking else where, only to enter an empty dark house filled with stupid possessions that mean nothing.  They know their soul lacks and you can tell it by what comes of their mouth and actions.

For once they ate from the table of their Heavenly Father.  They had plenty but now they live as if they never knew the Heavenly Father.

The Heavenly Father awaits for them....

"Come home my son. Come home my daughter."

"Don't worry about your brothers or sisters.  Come home.  I do not think any more or less of them as I do of you.  This they should know as well."

"Come and sit at my table once again.  Share a meal.  I want to listen and talk with to you.  Come and stay... find what you have been missing.  Come.  Remember there has been more then enough."

"It has been a long time.  It has been too long but my love is still the same as when I first created you.  I love you with an everlasting love.  Oh I knew the way in which you would take but I hope you hear me now..."    

"Come home my son."
"Come home my daughter."

"Let us start afresh and new."

"Love your
Heavenly Father."